"Woo hoo! Road trip!" Javis exclaimed, waving an arm. Alex groaned, looking a bit sick.

"I hate cars," the much shorter guard complained.

"Yeah, judging by how you walk to work everyday," Mike retorted as he walked by with a duffle bag in his hand. "And also by the way you're fucking complaining. Still. I don't wanna hear it the whole way."

Alex scowled and turned away angrily, crossing his arms. Javis patted him on the back.

"Don't be angry, little dude. Being in a car is fun!" he declared.

"Ah, screw off," Alex barked. He stalked off, going to gather his things. Javis shrugged and stowed his bag in the back of the Expedition and turned around to see one of his coworkers approaching him.

"You mind putting my stuff up there?" Jeremy asked.

"Nah, give it here," Javis said, allowing Jeremy to give him his backpack. Once that was done, he turned back. "Do you know how everyone's coming along? Are we gonna leave soon?"

Jeremy frowned, scratching at the back of his head. "I think-"

"Me! I'm driving!"

The two men turned to see Vincent walking toward them, a pair a keys in a hand that was stretched upwards. He strode forward, making sure to exaggerate his hip movement, causing him to sway back and forth.

"Nice ratchet walk," Javis commented as the brightly colored man stopped in front of them.

Vincent made a kissy face. "Oh, why thank you. I try hard to please."

"You're not very pleasing to walk behind," Scott grumbled as he padded around Vincent.

"You know you loved my swaying hips, Phone."

Scott gave him a deadpan look. "No, I didn't. And you are not driving, by the way."

"What? Why not?"

Scott stared at Vincent. "Are you serious? I've seen you drive, and you are not driving a car full of people for seven hours. How did you even manage to get these?" He reached for the keys, but Vincent yanked his hand out of the way.

"Please, Phone?" Vincent begged, making his eyes big. He stuck out his bottom lip.

Scott didn't even flinch. "No."

"Please? I'll drive good, promise!"

"No."

"Pleeaase?" Vincent whined.

"No," Scott said.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"You're not gonna change my mind. Now give me the keys." Scott held out a hand.

"Sexy please with a safe job on top?"

"Really?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Phone! I want to drive!"

"I don't care. You're not driving. I'd like to live, thanks."

"Aw, just let the man drive, Scott," Mike said as he walked by. "Then we don't have to drive." He smirked. "Do you wanna drive a boring old road for seven hours?"

Scott looked between them. "Fine. Just be careful."

"Yeah, yeah, I will!" Vincent yelled, grinning. He ran around the car, hopping into the front seat.

"Load up everyone!" Mike called at the few people still standing around. Scott looked back and hopped in the passenger seat. Mike, Fritz, and Jeremy sat in the back, and Javis and Alex ended up in the way back row of seats.

"Everyone got everything?" Scott asked as soon as everyone was in.

"Doesn't matter, let's go!" Vincent shouted before anyone could answer. His leg lifted and he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, flooring it. There was screaming as they flew out of the driveway, skidding around the corner at a speed that was most definitely faster than the 25 mph limit.

Mike pulled back out into the street. The rest of the car was silent, most with eyes still wide and knuckles white from how hard they were gripping the grab-handles. Scott unlocked his elbows from where they were straight out, hands on the dash because of the shock from almost literally flying down city streets. After that, he reached back up and readjusted the phone on his head. Behind him, Jeremy looked sick and Fritz's glasses were crooked. Alex was white as a sheet and even Javis - who was so much like a dog in the car it was ridiculous - was stiff as he sat there. Vincent just looked like a pouty kid with his arms crossed and head on the window.

Mike had the most 'are you fucking kidding me' look as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel. "Well, fuck. Sorry Scott. Guess you were right." He glanced over at his coworker. "Oh, uh, your phone is still kinda crooked."

Scott, glaring at Mike, adjusted his phone the last bit. He looked forward again. "God dammit, Mike."

"I know! Let's sing a song!" Vincent declared, obviously over being shoved into the back earlier when he'd failed big time at driving. They'd been in the car for about 45 minutes at this point.

"No," Alex immediately shot down.

"You don't get an opinion." Vincent shot a quick glare back at him. "Come on, this ride is boring!" He kicked the back of Mike's seat, slumping down. He perked up a moment later.

"I'm with Alex on that idea," Fritz growled.

"But I'm bored!"

"Then find something better to do than kicking my seat," Mike snapped, looking over his shoulder to give the purple man a quick, parental glare.

"Like singing a song! Here, I'll start! Join in if you know it!" Vincent took a deep breath.

"It's not . . . easy having yourself a good time! Greasing up those bets and betters! Watching out they don't four letter! Fuck and kiss you both at the same t-"

Vincent's words became muffled as Alex reached over the seat and clamped a hand down over his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," Alex hissed. Vincent swatted the smaller man away and frowned.

"You guys are boring."

"Um, do you mind if we stop? I've got to use the restroom," Jeremy said quietly.

"Yeah, sure. The next town's in a few miles," Mike responded. They'd been on the road for three hours now. Half of them were sleeping: Scott, Fritz, and Vincent (thank god).

Five minutes later, Mike pulled up to a gas pump. "Alright, sleepy heads," he said teasingly. "Get the fuck up and do something!" He threw his hands up and unbuckled his seatbelt, clambering out of the car to put gas in.

"Mike, shut up," Scott snapped, shaking his head to wake himself.

The rest of the car slowly got moving and exited the vehicle.

"Yes, mom, I'm fine. We're fine. Everything's fine. Yes, the car is working just fine. Uh huh, yeah. Of course. Yup. Yeah. Love you too, bye."

There was a click as Scott ended the call. He glanced back at Vincent.

"You might want to prepare to get punched when we get back."

Vincent frowned. Mike smirked. "Your mom is the best."

Vincent glared back at Javis. "Why did you have to post that on Facebook?"

"Hey, I've already gotten seventeen likes on that post," Javis responded cheekily.

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "You be glad you're a body builder."

"Woo! We're here!" Javis exclaimed.

"Finally," Alex muttered, lifting his head from the seat. The mark of the leather was imprinted on his face.

"Yay, Orlando," Jeremy said, smiling as he looked out the window.

"Totally," Fritz agreed. He paused. "I'm starving. When are we gonna eat?"

"I don't know, probably after we check into our hotel," Mike replied. "You might want to ask Scott. Hey, Sc-" He stopped when he saw the other man was sleeping again. Mike glanced up, then a smirk appeared on his face. He checked his mirrors and then braked hard and fast.

"Ow!" Scott yelped as his head slammed into the dash. He sat up, rubbing his face. "Fuuuuuck you, jackass." He shot a glare over at Mike.

"Hey," Mike started, grinning, "what's our plan?"

Still rubbing his head, Scott thought for a moment. "Um, check into our hotel, eat, and then whatever. I don't know yet. We'll make a plan at dinner."

"Sounds good to me," Fritz said. His stomach rumbled and he blushed slightly.

"Who's bunking with who?" Jeremy asked.

"I don't know. We can decide that now," Scott said.

"I call Phone!" Vincent shouted immediately.

Scott laughed. "No way!"

"Me and Jeremy can stay in a room," Fritz said. He looked to said man. "That okay with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jeremy replied with a quick smile.

"Okay, but one of us is gonna have three in a room. I only reserved three rooms, and there's seven of us," Scott added.

"Well, Alex and I can stay in a room," Javis said.

"Ugh . . . fine," Alex agreed reluctantly. He knew he'd probably get stuck in the room of three if he didn't.

"Okay, that leaves me, Scott, and Vincent," Mike finished.

"Shit," Scott said as Vincent grinned in the back seat.

Don't even worry about where the guards are driving from. *derp* Next chapter is the continuation of this. ;)